F E A R L E S S (dystopian rp) OPEN

[ohtheyregone]

[;o; Just a quick question, when are we going to start? ;a;]

[~Erica~]

(When I come up with an opening post which should be sometime tomorrow. I'm way too tired right now.)

[wolfrunner]

yeah

[Doctor-Owen-Harper]

((Yay!!))

[~Erica~]

ΣZRA JAMES LYON

Everyone, it seemed to Ezra, could not quite comprehend the direction the rebellion was suppose to be moving in and that aggravated him to no end. As he walked through the halls of the abandoned hotel, he felt that everyone had simply tried to gang up on him during their meeting. He sighed noisily through his nose and nodded politely to a small group of rebels standing in the hall. At least, he thought, at least they decided to up the defenses around the hotel.

The rebel group had recently moved into a new base, taking over a hotel that had long lain abandoned near the outer rim of the city. The move into their new facilities had been a long and arduous process that had, unfortunately, resulted in the capturing of two of their ammunition trucks. It had given the government quite a scare at least. Ezra chuckled to himself at thought of it.

He stopped in front of one of the windows and stared out, looking over the part of the city he could see, taking in the run down buildings and dirty streets. The view always reminded him about what he was fighting for. He fought for the people who didn't even realize what a horrible world they lived in.

NATASA ᎧPAL ᏔEST

Nat left the meeting with a deep frown, absently listening to the chatter of the other rebels in the background. She wasn't quite sure what the other rebel leaders were planning, but whatever it was she had a feeling that it wouldn't follow what was suppose to be happening. She chewed on her lower lip pensively with a deep frown. Recently the rebel group had spilt into two factions based more or less on the amount of violence they were willing to use, and it was because of the more violent faction that she was worried.

Snorting at the memory of the meeting, Nat rolled her eyes. There wasn't much use in fussing over it all right now since there wasn't really any way to resolve the issue. If it had been up to her, she would have simply kicked the leader of the other faction into the corner for a very long timeout. Chortling at the mental image of such an incident, Nat grinned cheerfully and looked around.

She had no desire to continue down her cynical train of thought. Instead, as she caught sight of Ezra, she smirked and crept up on him till she was right behind him and then yelled, "Ezzie!" He leapt nearly a foot into the air, and Nat broke out into loud laughter at the expression on his face along with several of the other people nearby. She loved scaring the crap out of Ezra and it was pathetically easy to do most of the time.

(Alright guys go ahead and start posting! I know this is a fail of an opening post, but I'm still pretty tired from jet lag and therefore I don't have a lot of muse. I'll also post for Lia later.)

[ohtheyregone]

Charlotte Dover

Charlotte heaved a sigh as she wiped away the sweat dripping down her forehead with the back of her hand. Unfortunately for her, the day had been long and hot; and with the added bonus of having to remove the weeds from the garden, Charlotte's day so far wasn't going all too well. She rose slowly, leaning back slightly to loosen her sore muscles and looked over the garden. "Great, no more weeds. That's one less thing to do today." She mumbled to herself.

Charlotte let out a groan, louder this time, as she looked over it again and found a small (thank goodness) weed trying in vain to hide behind a onion stalk. "Got ya, ya sneaking little thing!" She called out to the weed. Charlotte jogged towards it, and then promptly yanked it out, pinching it between her fingers as she carried it to the pile of other weeds she had made throughout her day. Satisfied with herself, Charlotte grinned over the little area before hearing her father yell out to go finish her other work before lollygagging around.

Yeah, yeah, I hear ya loud and clear, old man. She thought to herself before saying aloud: "I'm already on it, Dad!" and waving her hand behind her as she walked to their rather shabby tool shack to get the hoe. Thankfully, she only had to hoe one or two rows and then she'd be done. For today, that is.

[^^; I didn't know if anyone was around Charlotte, so I just went with this. >w< I hope it's alright.]

[wolfrunner]

Marina Anne Nightingale

The dress was the most hideous thing she had ever seen so far in her life....end of story. The dress was a baby blue cocktail that her mother swore on her life was near perfect for the teen. Needless to say that Marina thought differently. The dress was strapless with it's bodice part being covered by beads stitched onto the fabric in a pattern of loops and swirls. The skirt was short and was nothing but a large matching light blue ruffle going from the bottom of the bodice of the dress to just above Marina's knees. This was the very garment that a servant was helping her into, while another ran a brush through her dark brown hair. Marina wanted to scream but bit her tounge instead as the two women were finishing up getting their charge into her clothes for the day.

While Marina was slipping on her silver colored heels, there was a knock at the door before her mother came in. The older women shooed away the two servants that had helped the teen dress, before practically gliding over to her daughter with a huge smile. "Oh look at you my darling baby in the pretty gown. See. Doesn't your mom always know what will fit you well?", her mother giggled in a child-like manner.

"Yeah it's a great dress mother.", Marina's tone was thick with sarcasm not that her mother noticed it at all, "But is it really that needed for a family outing? Why not something.....something a little simpler and looser for a change? That way this won't get all dirty and trashed."

"Don't be silly Marina dear, you'll do fine in it. I'm dressed in one of my dark blue dresses and it's just how we dress. You know that.", said the girl's mother brushing a strand of hair from her daughter's line of vision. "No grab your things and meet your father and I downstairs in three minutes." With that the women disappeared out of the room and down the hallway again.

Nyx Bullregard (James Alfonse Nightingale)

wip

[Saeli]

Mable MacIntyre

Mable sat in the meeting room in the same spot she had been in since it started. She stared at the ground for a moment while she thought about what they had talked about. The plans didn't make much since to her since the rebels split in two. However, Mable was happy she stayed here. Violence could only solve so many problems they had. Her hand slid to the cloth on her left arm and she rubbed it absently. Some violence was needed to keep the ones you loved safe though.

Looking around the room Mable realized she was the last one occupying it and stood to leave when she caught sight of the view outside. Mable looked out to see the dirty streets of the abandoned buildings near their hotel and she let out a sigh. It reminded her of some of the buildings near the wall back home when she would jog. Her muscles ached at the thought as she hadn't taken a proper run in a while, but perhaps she could jog around the halls in the upper floor.

Turning to exit the room Mable reached the door in time to hear a familiar voice shout "Ezzie!" Looking in the direction she could see Natasa laughing, an unhappy Ezra, and sign pointing to the stairs. A smile formed on her face as she went in their direction.

((I'll post for Isaac later *is lazy*.))

[soulie]

Erabos
Standing silently in the corner of the meeting room he listened intently to them all talk, well if that's what you wanted to call it. TO him it just seemed like a bunch of back and forth but he didn't dare speak up. One he didn't know what to say that would please everyone and two, he didn't care at this point. It all seemed the same to him in the meeting room. Where it really counted was out of the meeting room but when action would take place, who knew. He sighed thinking it all over as he watched everyone exit the room till he was left in the quiet room. It was peaceful and didn't seem very real to him but as he heard the laughter coming from the hall he made his way out and smirked slightly seeing what was going on. He rubbed the back of his neck lightly and walked to the window looking outside. "It all looks the same...same as back home..." He whispered to himself as his eyes somewhat watched everything. His attention was drawn back to the other only causing the blank, emotionless face to reappear. Mostly everyone by now knew him for almost never showing emotions and most had still believed he was still chipped but he wasn't. He himself wasn't fully sure but he found himself always with a blank face. "Be careful Nat, don't want Ezzie to crap his pants...again." He said finally leaning against the wall smirking, but just barely. "We still need him and I doubt he'll be very productive being all upset."

[Chadanaiy]

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There was a sudden roar of clapping and cheering in the terraces below. The name of the winning thoroughbreds flashed across the massive screen that overlooked the stadium, the silver logo of UGR shining in the corner of the display, discreet but clearly present. From her shaded balcony, behind the flowerless wisteria, Edel Mardavet had won with the cheering a small sum of money, thanks to the unexpected hight one of the racing creature's names had taken on that gleaming list. She'd have to thank the old family friend with which she'd discussed earlier, an enthusiastic old man who'd politely helped her analyze which horse she ought to place her bets on. He'd probably have much to tell her now that they'd have to bet anew.

A small summer breeze was lifted as she got out of her seat. The young woman's hat, respectful of the zephyr's request, had its long elegant rim flutter like a wing. The dress' rigid fabric however did nothing but let the vibration slide off of its dark mauve surface. The Mardavet daughter slowly moved back towards the inner terrace, swimming past the women's colorful lily pads of fabric and the men's designer suits which clumped together to form small groups of two or three and swayed around in unison. She placed her long-necked glass of champaign on a platter that passed under her hand and glided onwards. The pleasant hum of cocktail parties stood on the air, feeling very much at home on this white terrace strewn with delicate people. The names of the ones who'd possibly, hopefully, maybe arrive or hadn't arrived yet floated from left go right: the Sourbiers, the Karalino couple, the Nightingale family, the four Schwartz siblings... Very few words pertaining to any horse race could be heard amongst the lull, especially on the terrace itself, as any who'd come to watch the horses run had fled the ignorant crowd to rejoin their comrade equine enthusiasts by the 1st class area's betting screen. These races may have had their own specific set of activities or have allowed creativity itself to sometimes flourish in the form of intricate hats on the ladies' heads, they remained after all like any other social event and functioned much in the same way. 

 

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